It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.

He was uncomfortable with the idea that use might not like him.

It's like scrying into that weird space. There's so much coming out of him, it shouldn't be possible. Do you remember that woman who came in who was pregnant with quadruplets? It was like that, but worse." "He's pregnant?" Blue asked.

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

I wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at me like I was — nothing. An annoyance, maybe.

I'm pleased to see that the cab is cluttered with cough drop wrappers and empty milk bottles and bits of mud-smeared newspapers made brittle by age. Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.